By Bill Lewellis
My next to last step when preparing a sermon once played out on Saturday morning at a local diner where I browsed through my notes while having breakfast and a few cups of coffee. I'd glance randomly at the faces of strangers. Might anything I’ve written be useful to anyone in this place?
Something good almost always happened. I discarded cute phrases to which I was wedded a few days earlier. A writer's advice calls this “killing your darlings?”
Something else once happened. Seeing that my coffee cup was full, the waitress on refill duty said, “You’re good.”
Lose the notes, I chuckled. Anne gave you the sermon. This is your waitress. Listen to her.
At all times, according to another Anne, author Anne Lamott, 37 voices let us know how we are doing. Thirty-five have the job of telling us how awful we are. To hell with them, she says. Listen to the other two.
In all of life, she said, we need to hold onto great friends and eccentric relatives, the people who love us even when they see who we are.
And listen to God calling you beloved. Forget the 35 voices – listen to the other two. Listen to your waitress. Be in love transformed.